It was winter that day, several years ago.
I was walking to a bus stop from a job I had taken on the east coast of the united states. It was freezing cold out beneath a slate gray sky.
On my way to the bus stop I passed an extremely old graveyard; some of the stones dated back to the 1700's. There was a grave near the inside of the gate that was a statue of an angel, hands folded delicately over in prayer.
For some reason, I stopped and stared at it through the wrought iron bars. I thought about how this was my destiny, the destiny of us all, really. For by the grace of God do we walk and talk and see and hear upon this earth, but one day soon, we shall sleep. Of course, I didn't know God at the time, but the realization that one day I would be reduced to a marker on the dirt was real.
I was still staring in silence when my eyes caught motion around me. It was snowing. I watched as the angel's wings were coated in white feathers. The ground became a blanket of cotton, various funeral flowers blooming out from beneath it.
Soon the entire graveyard was covered, hundreds of brothers and sisters sleeping silently beneath the snow.
I eventually tore myself away from the muted scene and continued on my way, the sounds of the city trickling back to me.
But I never forgot that place. When I am tempted by sloth, when I want to let my life pass by, I remember that angel praying over one of my sleeping bretheren. I too, will sleep someday.
It is for this reason that I try to live my life to the fullest, awash in the light of God the Father. When I sigh my last breath, and wake up face to face with Christ, I want to hear Him say that I played this game called life well. I want Him to say that I am His child, in whom He is well pleased.
When I think of these words coming from the mouth of my savior, my King, I often start to cry. For at that moment all of my pain, my toil, my insecurities and my uncertainties will finally be laid to rest. To dust, they shall return.
"For when my last breath brings me to the feet of God, I want to hear Him say I lived for His Glory." -Addison Road
I was walking to a bus stop from a job I had taken on the east coast of the united states. It was freezing cold out beneath a slate gray sky.
On my way to the bus stop I passed an extremely old graveyard; some of the stones dated back to the 1700's. There was a grave near the inside of the gate that was a statue of an angel, hands folded delicately over in prayer.
For some reason, I stopped and stared at it through the wrought iron bars. I thought about how this was my destiny, the destiny of us all, really. For by the grace of God do we walk and talk and see and hear upon this earth, but one day soon, we shall sleep. Of course, I didn't know God at the time, but the realization that one day I would be reduced to a marker on the dirt was real.
I was still staring in silence when my eyes caught motion around me. It was snowing. I watched as the angel's wings were coated in white feathers. The ground became a blanket of cotton, various funeral flowers blooming out from beneath it.
Soon the entire graveyard was covered, hundreds of brothers and sisters sleeping silently beneath the snow.
I eventually tore myself away from the muted scene and continued on my way, the sounds of the city trickling back to me.
But I never forgot that place. When I am tempted by sloth, when I want to let my life pass by, I remember that angel praying over one of my sleeping bretheren. I too, will sleep someday.
It is for this reason that I try to live my life to the fullest, awash in the light of God the Father. When I sigh my last breath, and wake up face to face with Christ, I want to hear Him say that I played this game called life well. I want Him to say that I am His child, in whom He is well pleased.
When I think of these words coming from the mouth of my savior, my King, I often start to cry. For at that moment all of my pain, my toil, my insecurities and my uncertainties will finally be laid to rest. To dust, they shall return.
"For when my last breath brings me to the feet of God, I want to hear Him say I lived for His Glory." -Addison Road
